Originally Posted by
bak2885
I think that the feeling of true love is a feeling that cannot be described. You can try to relate it to other things, but nothing could ever come close to how it actually feels.
Love can be so many things to so many people. For me, love is being able to look at my man and the sight of him can make me smile, even when I am mega-pissed at him (and that ticks me off even more). It is that happiness that he has brought to my life, that will always be there, even if he is not. Love is opening yourself to another, being comfortable enough with them, more than any of your friends, and letting them see the real you, imperfections and all, and not worrying about how that one person judges you, because you know they won't, and even if they do, they will still love you. Love is never being afraid to say anything to the other person, because saying something that you feel should never endanger a relationship. Love is when other people can see that the two fo you make each other happy, not that it matters if other people can see it. Love is incredible and worth every tear you may cry. Love hurts sometimes, but it all should have been worth the journey, and if you had the chance to do it all over again, you would.
Yeah, I know my opinion of what love is is probably naive, but it is what my love makes me feel. There are times when I think that it is not worth any of the pain, but I know I wouldn't trade the actual feeling of love for anything. I don't need material things to be in love, as long as I can get by, it's all good.
P.S.
While I was reading some of the replies, the movie Moulin Rouge was plaing in my head, anyone else get that?